There’s nothing I can do. Or chose to do about it. Except I do try and scoop up as much of the soil as I can and use it when I’m potting on plants.
But back to seeds. The time is right for a massive raking and sowing and stamping down of soil.
A rake over the top, some desultory tramping down and I was off to the next project.
Repairs of the orchard where the wild boar had a good rummage.
But it’s done and I’m relieved that there is a chance I’ll have my orchard back as a lawn rather than a mucky muddy terrace. And I have even sown some seeds in the new little terrace near the olive tree. I can’t think what else to do here, so a season of grass is no bad thing.
I have a huge sack of grass seed in the potting shed and I went back and forth, replenishing the bucket as I raked and sowed. I hope to be able to resow the entire vineyard area – hence the jumbo pack. But that is the rotovator saga and not for this happy almost spring day.
I moved down to the first terrace to cover the last patches where the old flood damage deposited the gravel.
And then it was but a twinkle (more like a trundle) up to the parking area in front of the east garden where I have resown and resown this area every time the builders and their equipment depart.
Fingers crossed I wont have to sow again.